he tells me everything is going to be fine
and I eat blue tortilla chips and stare at the sun
if you want to touch me I’d not pull away
I tell him
only I don’t say it with my mouth
I say it in my head
why can’t you hear me?tap my foot
fidgettouch my neck
the room is smallthe weight of the air
it suddenly smells like matches
rainfirecrackersmayhem
take a message please
I’m not even here